Sunlit Truth by CC
Lily's POV
I stride into the boy's dorm with reckless abandon to tell Remus off for hurting
Leona Lynch, a friend of mine from Ravenclaw. The curtains of his bed are wide
open. The sight of the contents of the bed stops both my feet and my anger in
an instant.
The sun shines in the open window like a spotlight, highlighting every detail
before me. Sirius is in the bed with Remus. He's laying on his back with Remus
half sprawled half on top of him. Remus' face is pressed into the hollow of
Sirius' throat. His hair is loose for once, obscuring his profile. One of his
hands is sticking out from under the pillow, tangled in Sirius' hair. The other
arm, carelessly thrown across the other boy, rests on his exposed hip.
Sirius looks absolutely blissful. His deep breathing makes his chest, and Remus,
rise and fall steadily. His slightly sun darkened skin off sets Remus' pale
complexion. Similarly Remus' light brown hair makes the raven of Sirius' hair
seem all the darker. One arm is wraped around Remus, hand splayed on the plane
of his back. The other rest over Remus' wrist on his hip.
Now when James isn't there to hear me I'll be the first to tell you they're
both absolutely beautiful but seeing them like that, together, transcends words.
The gentle possiveness, love, and familarity of it is astonishing. The thought
of two boys doing what must have led to this should be shocking, appauling if
you ask Petunia, but I can't see anything but the beauty of it.
They're such perfect counterpoints to each other. Calm and logical versus brash
and impulsive. Quiet and shy versus loud and extroverted. And laying there in
bed they fit together like puzzle pieces. We should all be so lucky.
I suppose I should go back down to breakfast and tell Leona she really isn't
Remus' type. I wonder if it would be wrong of me to tell her who is.